She was twitchy, and had had enough of the resting thing. Time to get back at it.
Not that I don’t love a good vacation, mind. You know I do. But for the last two days, I’ve been reading, relaxing, eating, and reading. And reading and relaxing. I’m about to go out of my nut. As I’ve said on several occasions before, sometimes I don’t do well with unstructured time.
I think it would be easier on me if Thanksgiving — a rather dubious holiday, to be sure — didn’t signal the beginning of the craziest weeks of the semester for me. In fact, I thought to myself yesterday, What if I could just look forward to the Christmas holidays without all the stress of umpteen gigs squeezed into the next 18 days? Truth is, I haven’t known what that could be like for, oh, 20 years.
But of course, we always want what we don’t have. Perhaps, when I’m a pensioner, I’ll regret the craziness and excitement of getting 200 5th-8th graders gathered in one place for a concert, making sure everyone’s behaving and dressed correctly and soloists are ready, and that sound, lights, programs, rhythm section players and music are all taken care of. Oh, then I have to play, which is always stressful. (They can mess up and be fine; however, if I blow it…)
For now, though — let’s get back on the horse. I’m ready for them to hand out some Christmas cheer to the community. Should be fun!
Oh, and the Christmas shopping, she is finished. Saints be praised. Now to start wrapping gifts…